t'was a dark and stormy morning,

the dishes were piled high. i washed them, waiting for the water to boil, made ready and left the apartment, still feeling awful from a long, sleepless night spent tossing and turning. i have a feeling that something that i ate yesterday caused my suffering... either that or the jogging.

i got off at the right stop this time, but i chose the next bus incorrectly - i took one with a round-about route that put me precariously close to having to fight my way onto the bus from the station.

it was a pleasant morning until i got a call from the states asking me if i knew where spot was. spot really isn't to blame for his shameless lack of self-discipline and basic sense of duty or responsibility. i blame his parents. if you keep treating someone like a child, they will never learn independence or be able to care for themselves.

i was provided a satellite phone this morning, and plugged it in immediately to begin charging.

the morning went well. the four cups of coffee and odd wafers smoothed it over considerably. lunch was decent. ten minutes on the phone with spot's aunt, who agrees with my previously stated sentiments, didn't do much for my irritation levels from this morning, but the rest of the afternoon was good.

leaving the base, i left the new phone on my desk, still charging - apparently it needs to plugged in almost constantly :S [at least i don't have to pay for it]

the public transport home pissed me right off. there was simply too much of it, and lots of being sandwiched between smelly and sick people. there's no need for that. when i ran into spot on my way home, after having had to fight to keep my place in the queue at the supermarket in order to buy some chocolate, all i had to say to him was how i feel about his family. i'm sick of them.

it's past my bedtime again, i hope tonight will be better than the last.

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